Ruins

3

They put us in a cell, and gathered in the block before us, arguing whether to leave or not.

Merle stood at the cell door, trying to butt in.

"He could just starve us out if he wanted to." Merle threatened.

"Merle stay out of it." I huffed, joining him at the door.

"Let's put him in the other cell block." The short haired woman said.

"No, he's got a point." Daryl shook his head.

They began arguing with one another again, getting Merle to laugh.

I shoved him away from the cell door, shaking my head at him.

After everyone dispersed, they opened our cell.

"Where do y'all call the uh- little girls room?" I asked Maggie.

She sent me a wary look and ignored me.

"I'll show you." Daryl pointed down the hall.

I followed where he led.

"You're brother's an asshole." I muttered. "But I love him... he's the closest thing to family I got."

"I'm surprised he keeps you around."

"Screw you." I held back a smirk. "My point is... you could've just left us back there, you didn't have to bring him back- us back. So thank you."

"You got a funny way of saying thank you." He gave me a side glance.

"Take it or leave it." I shrugged, walking in the room he pointed at.

I walked in and saw that it was an actual bathroom, with stalls, sinks and mirrors. The toilets were slightly rigged and only one sink worked, but it would do. I explored into the back doorway, seeing it spilled into a shower room.

I relieved my aching bladder and washed my grimy hands, and then my face. Dark bags hung under my eyes, this trip was exhausting, and I hadn't had to survive like this in a while.

When I walked out of the restrooms, I was surprised by Daryl's presence still here.

"Did you need to go?" I questioned, pointing to the door.

"Listen this group and my brother ain't never got along too well... so don't take it personal if y'all can't stay." He shrugged, pushing off the wall.

I muttered a Thanks and followed him.

"But I'm fighting for y'all." He gave a small shrug.

I trailed behind him back into the cell block, where the group of people were talking, and Daryl joined them.

I moved back into my cell and cringed at the stench beginning to radiate off my top. I pulled my Henley off, leaving me in my gray tank. My cargo pants were stained with blood, but still wearable.

"Hey..."

I looked up to the soft voice, and recognized the girl with short hair that had blown me off earlier.

"Hi." I muttered, watching her step into the cell.

"I'm sorry I was so cold earlier." She pursed her lips. "My dad talked to Merle and it sounded like you didn't like Woodbury too much-"

"God no." I chuckled easily. "But Merle was there... and he's family." I shrugged. "He's a total moron, but a good person." I told her, hoping to shine some good light on Merle.

"Sure." She laughed softly. "My dad asked if you'd like him to take a look at you?" She asked. "He's our doctor."

"Really?" My eyebrows raised. "I'm pretty handy with sutures."